Wallie has a point, though. If this were a delusion, it's a strange, and strangely detailed one. If all this were the product of his imagination, Ned can't imagine that it would be such a strange mix of wonderful and horrific. Usually these things only came mixed together in waking life. His dreams, as he's been reminded these last few days, are emotionally focused: everything wonderful, or everything horrible, with little in between. Why would he have delusions about being held prisoner but meeting such wonderful people, becoming friends with them, finding a way to survive together? Why not just the delusion of friendship, or just the delusion of imprisonment.

"You are a bit Conan the Barbarian," Ned agrees, with a little smile. He can say that, now that Wallie's mentioned it himself. "I was pretty terrified to talk to you at first, actually." Might not be the nicest thing to admit, but he knows he probably wasn't all that subtle about it. Besides, Wallie clearly knows that he looks intimidating.

Something else that he said catches Ned's attention, and he asks, "They have slaves, there?" That's... not good.